The man turns to face Frypan, a huge smile on his face. Frypan is sitting on the floor, staring up at this man. A man, standing at a kitchen counter, his arm moving furiously as he mixes something in a bowl. Frypan stepped closer to get a better look. The screen closest to him suddenly flickered with static then a moving image formed within its square, perfectly clear and crisp.
A series of screens was set into the right wall, one about every three feet, seeming to continue as far as the hallway itself did. They went on until they converged into a single point. The walls, floor, and ceiling were no longer black, but white. As his eyes adjusted, he realized he was in a long hallway that stretched into the distance as far as he could see. He reached the door in just four steps, hesitated in front of it, then pushed it open wider and entered a sea of blackness.
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